I write this as an old man playing darts, All the while still smoking darts
The shouts of cops hit the pin board of our shrieks, And the slapping of our feet.
I write this from retrospect, Whilst collecting drinks I will inspect
While someone still calls out scatter! And all of us still pitter patter, Like mice through a field
I write this saying life fun and a thrill, Whilst knowing consequence is the way of will
I write this as an old man playing darts, While still a child in my heart of hearts.